friday, we're bored because there's no place to play the promoters are fucked because we can't draw a crowd practice all week to play in my living room gigging once a month where no one likes what you do i'm drivin' down magnolia i see it's like a shrine drive up to the window, i won't waste any more time grab for the key, the key to the future pass out the fliers and clear the furniture we'll invite the manager if he don't pull the plug set up the equipment and the band we'll cut the rug if the cops come there's got to be a place that's suited right for us that has no tight wad owner who pays us 15 bucks i wanna kick him in the butt.... motel six.... room 29 motel six.... fun all the time motel six.... keep the money to ourselves motel six


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Motel Six Lyrics as written by Frank Casillas Eddie Casillas

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